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The Sun gazed upon knife through the window, making him wince a little. Groaning— he stretched his way out of bed and let out a heavy exhale, rubbing his eyes.

Usually the hotel would be crowded with noise and people haphazardly walking around, looking like some high school movie hallway. Today was different, it was nearly clear, the only people that were roaming around and waiting for breakfast to start was fan, cheesy and trophy.

Cheesy— as usual— was cracking terrible jokes to trophy trying to ‘turn his frown upside-down’.

Something caught his eye though.

Fan was all shrivelled up in the corner, knees to his chin. Weird, usually fan would be accompanied by test tube in the morning for his little rants about…nerd stuff. Fan didn’t seem in the talking mood— wait, no. he’s bored, isn’t he? Knife couldn’t seem to tell. What knife did notice though was that fan looked pale— like all color was drained out of him.

Before knife could even finish his thoughts, he heard other people rapidly approaching- they really want their breakfast don’t they, damn.

Out appeared microphone, lightbulb, yin-yang, balloon and tissues. Knife scanned the room, he smelt pancakes or…something sweet getting prepared in the kitchen that’s obviously made by paper and OJ, who else would?

The pancakes were served in a minute later and this time OJ stopped the “customisation of toppings” because it got too messy and all the toppings would get mixed around inside their individual bowls (mostly because of yin-yang…emphasis on YANG.) so they all just got plain pancakes with one tiny block of butter on top, strawberries, along with honey oozing over the top. Sure, there might be some people complaining because of it but at least it’s better than nothing.

There were a wide variety of places to sit in the cafeteria— for groups, duos and people who just want some alone time! Knife just wanted to eat and go back to sleep right after so he was scanning for a small table all for himself. While doing so, he spotted a certain fan, poking at his food and only taking small nibbles at times. Would knife be too much if a bother if he approached fan..? He looks…unwell.

Knife made his way to the corner fan was at, poking his shoulder. Fan looked up, eyes filled with dread and tiredness.

“Fan, um.” Knife mumbled, “Are you…okay?” He placed his tray down on fans table, giving genuine concern towards fan as he shuffled a chair close to him.

“Uh, yeah.” Fan replied hesitantly, his throat was sore and it was obvious.

Knife sighed, sitting down on the chair and shifting his focus fully on fan. The noises and sounds from anyone else was completely blocked, knife had never felt this concern for anyone else except for himself and some other close friends before. “Tell me the truth.” He grabbed onto fans shoulder and squeezed lightly.

Fan looked down, he didn’t like lying— especially for people who cared a lot about him. He felt his stomach sink, he frowned. “No.” Fan gulped, “I’m sorry, I promise I’m fine on my own thou-“.

Knife hugged fan.

Knife hugged fan

Knife was never really the affectionate type, especially not towards physical touch— and out of all people, fan! He had no idea what was happening to him but he didn’t care, he just wanted to be there for fan right there— and that’s all that mattered.

Knife let go. “Where is test tube, anyways?” he coughed, “isn’t she like…usually with you?” knife then added. “Oh, she went to some trip to scavenge for something because apparently she doesn’t have a certain item that’s required to make some super important experiment— oh, and it’s not located around here so she’ll be gone for a while…I think.” Fan jabbered.

Knife froze for a second, then proceeded to snicker softly at fans ramble. He could already tell fan was starting to feel just a *little* better, which was good enough. “Sounds…interesting?” Knife snorted as he pondered; fan was so cute someti…he’s not— fan is not..‘cute’. Knife felt a hint of red spread on his face, hoping it wasn’t too obvious.

Fan- however, didn’t notice. Fan felt some appetite to eat again after an engaging, silly little conversation with knife. He picked up his fork, taking a small bite of the pancake before coughing again, half-choking on the pancake but then swallowing.

“Oh- hey, hey, are you okay? Maybe you should get some rest back at your room.” Knife patted fans back as he suggested, “c’mon, I’ll get you something else that might actually make you feel better.” Knife nudged fan on the shoulder with his elbow.

Knife stood up and lended his hand to fan, gesturing for him to get up. Fan took his hand and rose up from his chair— tripping on one of the chairs while getting up, therefore landing onto knifes chest.

Fan immediately turned red. Thoughts suddenly popping up in his head— he’s not a pervert or anything like that but damn, his chest was…he could just fall asleep right there— wait no, that’s weird. Fans thoughts suddenly became static, fast. Knife shook him, “Uh, hello? Earth to fan.” he huffed. “Oh, sorry.” Fan quickly snapped out of his thoughts, stepping back a bit to create distance; it felt awkward, he shouldn’t be thinking about his friend that way! Actually, he didn’t even know if knife even considered fan as his friend— he just felt some concern for fan today so why is fan so freaked out?

“O-oh, yeah! The room, I’ll be heading to my room.” Fan blurted, breaking the awkward silence for a moment. He was still a bit red and embarrassed. He started to slowly pace towards the hallway back to his room, leaving knife standing there— speechless.

Fan immediately shut the door behind him, slopping down onto the floor as if he was going to melt. What was wrong with him?

Stupid.

Fan leaned against the door, muttering stuff under his breath until he suddenly heard a knock. “Fan?” It was clearly knife, going off of his slightly raspy voice, doesn’t matter if you like him or not— he still somehow sounded attractive. “I’m okay.” Fan responded before knife could even say anything.

“Clearly, not.” Knife refuted, “Let me in.” he grumbled, still worried about fans well-being. A click could be heard from the door, knife twisted the knob and opened the door; inside sat fan, on the floor— looking like some puppy that was sheepishly waiting for his owner to return but slightly more dreadful. “Knife,” fan sluggishly moaned, “my throat feels tight and my stomach hurts” he sniffled. Knife swiftly lifted fan towards the bed, dropping him lightly.

“I’ll get you chicken soup,” knife assured fan, “be back in a bit.” knife added; fan was alone now. He yawned as he grabbed his pillow, turning to the side to embrace it. Fan slowly but surely shuts his eyes to the comfort of the pillow, soft and puffy.

The door creaked open slowly as the dull blade arrived back to the dorm, securely placing the food by the windowsill. Fan was still attached to the pillow, tightening his grip and drooling on it slightly— which made knife chuckle softly. Knife didn’t want to wake fan up, especially when he looked this…cute. Knife approached the bed, creaking it slightly as he sat on the left side of it while fan was on the right; fan looked awfully peaceful and probably away in his own world already, knife couldn’t help but admire fans beautiful face.

He shuffled a bit closer to fan, muttering something under his breath as he leaned down closer to fans face a little, still having some kind of distance. Knifes breathing would become a little more audible and heavier. He hesitantly put his rough fingers through fans hair, combing through his soft, silky hair— then tucking his loose strands of hair behind his ear; he was truly adorable.

Knife stiffened as fan unconsciously grabbed his waist, missing the pillow completely. Fan tried to pull him closer, tugging by his shirt while knife was questioning if he should even be here in the first place. A whine escaped from fans lips, piercing through knifes heart, he had no idea of it was on purpose or not; he didn’t even know if fan was awake at this point. Knife finally laid down awkwardly as fan hugged him up close, nuzzling his nose and lips onto knifes neck as knife felt some shivers down his spine.

Knife took a deep breath, shutting his eyes— the dim light making it easier to do so. Knife tried to position his arms under fans head so it would be easier if him to stroke his hair.

Shit.

Why was knife even thinking about doing that anyways? He grumbled softly, eyes then immediately darting towards fans relaxed expression that was still faced towards knifes neck. Knife slowly shuffled and turned towards him, fidgeting with fans hair.

Fan leaned in closer and rested his head lower towards knifes chest. They were straight up cuddling at this point, knife eyes shut lightly as he pecked fan on top of his head— hoping he wouldn’t mind then wandering to sleep.

Fan eyes fluttered open— drool dripping out of his mouth. There was something in front of him, knifes chest.

Fan, now, fully conscious and flustered, backed away a bit. As fan got up, he shifted his gaze to knife who was breathing heavily, he looked kind of hot to be honest. Fan glanced over to the windowsill as he rubbed his eyes, there was a plastic bag wrapped around a decently sized packaging that most likely contained chicken soup or something; fan couldn’t help but simper over how caring knife was today. Fan rested himself back onto the pillow, exhaling to prevent his mind from racing, closing his eyes once again.

he should get sick more often.